Seven o'clock in the evening.

Byron's car arrived at Lawrence Mansion.

The mansion was brightly lit. Byron sat in the car alone for a few minutes before getting out. His footsteps were heavy.

He walked from the gate to the main door of the mansion.

Along the way, he adjusted his expression.

"Young Master."

The butler greeted him respectfully. "The madam and the master are having dinner."

Byron nodded and followed behind.

He saw Melody and Benedict sitting at the dining table as soon as he entered.

It was uncertain what his parents were talking about. Melody's face was a little displeased, while Benedict looked very helpless.

Benedict noticed his son coming in. He said in a deep voice, "Why are you here all of a sudden? Have you eaten yet? Come join us if you haven't."

Byron nodded and sat down opposite Melody.

Only then did Melody speak. "You’re just in time. Your dad and I are talking about Chloe! That girl from the Lincoln family, do you remember? You grew up together."